Four husbands and six childrenand alone.
Dont leave this one (I begged her) Ill OD*.
She owes a hundred thousand dollars loan
To be the one shes never gonna be.
Her thoughts are jumpy, I can never tell
Whats true and what is due to episode**.
She needs a new prescription but oh well
Her disability*** does not permit a lot.
She is surviving and she has her pride,
Shes hungry, but she wouldnt eat the carbs.
Two of her husbands died of suicide,
The last one calls she cannot stand his guts.
Shed like to see her children, but they wont
Pick up the phone or send her single word,
They all have jobs, but somehow cannot bond
Their love affairs are hopelessly absurd.
She had a short and passionate affair
(she still is flirty, fifty eight and cute)
And hoped at last he was the one for her,
Theyd both divorce their spouses (hers "a brute).
She washed his clothes (thanks to the machine),
No cooking if her life depends on this,
Shes all chaotic and she cannot clean,
But it was make or break she tried to please.
He started to neglect her and she knew
It was the time to ask him face to face
About his plans, he suddenly withdrew
Into the silent and uneasy place.
Shes in depression now and not as trim,
As she was only couple weeks ago.
He shed some tears while she was leaving him
But what it matters if he let her go?
Shes tired and is struggling every day,
She rents a room and all her cats are gone.
Her landlord is a pain about the pay,
Their house is ruled by his preschooler son.
He is just five but he controls the roost,
His mother, sisters serve the men in house,
This is a Muslim family, to boot
And husband wants to take a second spouse.
Sometimes they quarrel Suzie cannot sleep,
And early in the morning hell is raised:
Boy runs through house in one tornado sweep
Shell grin and bear it with pretended grace.
She looks for work, but hasnt found so far,
Food banks supply with cans of beans to bake,
Front bumper of her yellow little car
Is kept in place by black electric tape.
I store her things to help her save on fees,
But I cannot provide her daily bread,
How tired and how cold she has to be,
Exhausted and bewildered, lost and mad.
She needs a friendly care and safety zone
To ease her self-inflicted constant pain.
She left today a message on my phone
I know she is in trouble yet again.
They teach them: move ahead and thrash about,
Be a success and all around good sport.
How many will destruct themselves without
Involuntary kindness of the sort?
*to OD to overdose
**Manic-depressive "episode"
***Disability medical insurance
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